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backseat - juicy j & wiz khalifa lyrics

backseat lyrics
[intro:juicy j & logic]
(what juicy say?)
(he be like “shut da f*ck up!”)
mr. cap
i think it’s ’bout time, mane
you tell these motherf*ckas how you start your day, mane

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
i just brought that motherf*ckin’ packets so you know it’s him
i done been broke, i promise that i’ll never go again
say it if i want to, i could never hold it in
right there in your face, time i never waste
break it down and roll it up, i made it out of nothing
will i ride for my n*ggas when it’s time? that ain’t a question
gotta make sure that my baby boy is good
throwing up that taylor gang and after that it’s neighborhood
i know what i’m up against and i ain’t on the fence
y’all know what i represent, i’m in my element
rolling up a paper and get high to the sky
all my homies repping taylor gang or die*da*da*da

[chorus: wiz khalifa & juicy j]
backseat k!llin’ it, got my feet up
bad shorty and she feelin’ it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
n*ggas just talk but i’m livin’ it
ridin’ in the backseat k!llin’ it, got my feet up
bad shorty and she feelin’ it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
n*ggas just talk but i’m livin’ it
(project pat)
[verse 2: project pat]
i was shooting k’s with the mask, kick doors for the stash
now i ride in calabasas wit’ a mil’ stashed
broke n*ggas still moving slow like molasses
nascar hustle in this ho, i like fast cash
haters like a bad rash, f*ck with me we gon’ clash
get shot in your glasses, we ain’t givin’ passes
diamonds on my t**th, these b*tches ain’t keepers
but they’ll suck you dry just like they mosquitoes
i’m the sh*tter, my d*ck stroke, ya girl get*uh
from crumbs to the brick*uhs, got suckers sicker
louis on my feet, louis thirteenth of liquor
robbers gettin’ weak, don’t f*ck with this n*gga
money flipper, hundred k on me now
you funny n*ggas, jim carrey cable guys
you stay cappin’ but ain’t havin’ a f*ckin’ dime
a man beggin’ like a b*tch should be a f*ckin’ crime

[chorus: wiz khalifa & juicy j]
backseat k!llin’ it, got my feet up
bad shorty and she feelin’ it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
n*ggas just talk but i’m livin’ it
ridin’ in the backseat k!llin’ it, got my feet up
bad shorty and she feelin’ it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it (leh*go)
n*ggas just talk but i’m livin’ it (leh*go, leh*go, leh*go, leh*go)
[verse 3: juicy j]
riding in the backseat, b*tch, i’m a boss
you can hit the cup but try not to nod off
told her “slob on my kn*b ’til my kn*b fall off”
yeah, i got a job for you, you gon’ have to call off
backseat, feet up, weed up
thick b*tch, redbone, double d cup (mmm*hmm)
backseat, no this ain’t no taxi (nope)
chopper on the seat, that b*tch right beside me (boop*boop)
rich n*gga sh*t, you know how the vibe be
f*ckin’ on a rich b*tch, i’ma let her ride me (always)
yeah, i’m gettin’ money but my n*ggas grimey (always)
cup full of mud, this sh*t gets slimy, in the—

[chorus: wiz khalifa]
backseat k!llin’ it, got my feet up
bad shorty and she feelin’ it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
n*ggas just talk but i’m livin’ it
ridin’ in the backseat k!llin’ it, got my feet up
bad shorty and she feelin’ it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
i’m the realest n*gga that she been with it
n*ggas just talk but i’m livin’ it

- juicy j wiz khalifa lyrics

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